Ants on a Window Sill

They come crawling in,

trying to escape the rains,

one by one,

tiny black refugees,

longing for any crumbs

I have to offer.

They trail across the

window sill,

playing follow the leader.

Their crooked lines

resemble the smile

of a DUI suspect who,

"only had two beers".

The sun peeks

through the window,

a lady bug lands.

The Earth is waving at me,

beckoning the ants,

and I,

home.

I scoop up the tiny beings,

sprinkling cinnamon behind them

to barricade against their return

with something kind,

and together

we retreat,

to where we both belong,

outside